"Floating Cloud Hands" Liu Dachao, "Cannon Fist" Qin Shan

Qin Yao, that pretty boy keeps staring at me—do you think he’s trying to hit on me?

Inside the volleyball court.

The girl, built like a gorilla, lowered her head shyly as she spoke.

"Lijuan, who’s been staring at you?"

Qin Yao wiped her sweat and teased, then curiously glanced in the direction Zhou Lijuan had indicated. Instantly, her eyes sparkled with delight.

Over there stood An Yi, Bai Xiu, and their two other dormmates.

"He actually came to school today!"

A joyful smile spread across Qin Yao’s face—but then it froze.

Wait. Zhou Lijuan said some pretty boy had been staring at her.

Qin Yao’s beautiful eyes narrowed with suspicion.

She knew all four guys from An Yi’s dorm.

Qin Shan was tall and muscular, with rough features—nicknamed "Gorilla." Just the name alone ruled him out as a "pretty boy."

Liu Dachao stood around 5'7", wore glasses, and exuded a sleazy vibe from head to toe.

Bai Xiu wasn’t bad-looking, but after two months of not eating or drinking, he’d withered into a skeletal figure—sunken cheeks, sickly pallor, and weak limbs. Plus, his eyes kept darting around at girls!

So, by comparison, An Yi stood out like a shining star—handsome, charming, with a roguish handsomeness that made even his wandering gaze seem cool.

Nearby, a few girls blushed as they stole glances at him, too shy to ask for his number.

No surprise there. In just a month, An Yi’s charm stat had jumped from 8.3 to 9.0.

His looks were now at a level where girls on the street would turn their heads for a second look.

"Yao Yao, he won’t stop staring! I can’t even focus on volleyball!"

Zhou Lijuan’s face burned red as she spoke.

Qin Yao grinned, her tone sweet yet menacing. "Don’t worry, his eyes must be acting up. I’ll pluck them out later and wash them for him!"

"Ahh! So annoying! Why is he still looking?!"

Zhou Lijuan stomped her foot, her face now fully crimson.

Qin Yao frowned, sensing something off.

Because right now, An Yi’s gaze was locked in a heated standoff with Lin Chen—sparks flying, as if they were about to throw down. He wasn’t even glancing their way.

"Uh, Lijuan… which pretty boy are you talking about?"

Zhou Lijuan pointed at Qin Shan, bashful. "Him! He’s been staring at me the whole time! Made me mess up so many plays!"

Qin Yao: "..."

This girl clearly had a very different definition of "pretty boy."

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In the spectator stands.

An Yi turned to Bai Xiu with utmost seriousness. "Lao Bai, tell me your life goals. I’ll make them happen."

"I want to sleep," Bai Xiu mumbled weakly.

"That doesn’t count!"

"I crave tits!" Bai Xiu grinned.

An Yi nodded solemnly. "Done. Tonight, we hit the club—full VIP package."

"Wait, why are you suddenly so eager?"

Bai Xiu frowned.

Even for a bro, this was too much. It’s not like I’m your future brother-in-law!

An Yi leaned in. "You wanna work under me?"

"Sure, if you’re a capitalist pig." Bai Xiu yawned.

The word "capitalist" made An Yi pause.

With his current net worth in the millions, he probably qualified.

In just a month, he’d gone from drowning in debt to stacking millions—a terrifying pace.

But An Yi knew the truth:

Small wealth? That’s on you.

Big wealth? That’s on capital.

Relying on healing people for tips, or "redistributing wealth" from criminal dens (ahem, upholding justice), plus exploiting the Demon Fund’s loopholes—it all added up.

But it was exhausting.

For the ultra-rich, a billion was just a "small target."

But for him? Even working 24/7 might not cut it.

He knew how hard-earned his current millions were.

And not every day offered a chance to raid a gang’s hideout. The risks were high.

The Xia Kingdom was full of elites—he wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible.

To hit those billion-dollar targets, he needed his own empire.

And the An Corporation would be his foundation.

Being a big boss, raking in cash while living the high life—now that was the dream.

An Yi thought for a moment. "How about this—monthly salary of 100k. Work for me."

Bai Xiu’s drowsy eyes snapped wide. "You serious? 100k?!"

Even as top graduates of Donghai University, a six-figure monthly salary straight out of college was insane.

An Yi smirked. "You know me—I keep my word."

Bai Xiu shrugged. "Fine. If you can actually pay me 100k a month, I’m in."

Ding!

[Potential] Son of Destiny (Bai Xiu) detected. Add to faction?

An Yi hesitated, tapping "No" for now.

His destiny points weren’t maxed yet—too soon to recruit.

Still, he was thrilled. Now that’s what I call a bro! Didn’t even need to bribe him with women!

Unlike that stubborn soldier over there.

His gaze drifted to Lin Chen, who happened to glance back, scowling.

Why’s this loser staring at me instead of the game?

Beside them, Liu Dachao grinned. "100k a month? Sweet. Take me with you, Yi-ge."

Ding!

[Cloud Hands] Liu Dachao requests recruitment. Accept?

An Yi blinked.

The system was picky.

Ordinary recruits? No notifications—like Ding Renfeng or Yao Ji.

But those who triggered alerts? They were special.

So far, only a few had: the Gourd Immortal, [Iron Arhat] Long, and [Blood Arhat] Hu.

Now Liu Dachao had a title too—Cloud Hands?

An Yi had a similar skill, Thieving Hands—basically pickpocketing.

What the hell was Cloud Hands?

Iron Palm Drifting on Milk?

Not to be outdone, Qin Shan chimed in. "Me too! I want 100k!"

Ding!

[Cannon Fist] Qin Shan requests recruitment. Accept?

An Yi’s lips twitched. Even Qin Shan was special?

Then again, all three dormmates had their quirks.

Qin Shan and Liu Dachao’s physical abilities far surpassed normal people’s.

Back when they first moved in, An Yi wasn’t even sure he could take them in a fight. Bai Xiu had seemed the most ordinary.

But after his hibernation, Bai Xiu unlocked cheat mode, even entering the Potential Son of Destiny tier.

Now was the perfect time to recruit.

An Yi cleared his throat and swiftly tapped Accept on the system prompts. "100k a month? Done. You’re all hired."

"Pfft—you couldn’t even afford dorm fees!" Liu Dachao rolled his eyes.

Back then, An Yi had left the dorm because he couldn’t pay—insisting on moving to a "free" rental.

And now he was talking about six-figure salaries?